LIGHTNOVELONLINE Chapter 73
Just when Thorne decided to make Lockhart bleed five steps away and make him regret being born into this world, a cold hand grabbed his wrist.
"Huh?" He looked behind him and saw Hermione, who was looking at him with a puzzled look.
"Why... do you look like you're going to kill someone?" she asked.
Thorne regained some of his sanity after seeing this. After all, murdering a professor at Hogwarts... ultimately had to be put on the agenda, but it couldn't be done openly.
How could such a fucking thing be done openly? It had to be done secretly.
But after finally finding a tree hole like Hermione, he began to radiate negative energy crazily without quality and complained to Hermione.
"You just say I'm unlucky, right?"
"Last night, at eleven o'clock, I helped Dumbledore, that old helper, steal things. After stealing things, I felt it was meaningless, so I told him that I wanted to learn the Patronus Charm."
"Then he said two nonsense to me, 1. The spell is Expecto Patronus. 2. You need happy memories to learn this magic."
"He has the nerve to send me off with this nonsense that is written in that book?"
"Then! I sneaked into the library at twelve o'clock in the middle of the night! I found a book about emotions. I didn't sleep last night! I stayed up all night to read it, but I couldn't understand it. I thought I was not smart enough or not talented enough. "" The result just turned to the last page, he told me that the happy thing was to pay attention to the author's book for five stars, and give the author a gift to the author! " Luo! Laugh. "Hermione worked hard to suppress his smile, and kept stroking Thorne's back to him." Forget it, you can laugh when you want to laugh. "Thorne also said. "I really didn't want to laugh...really, by the way, I've washed your wizard robe for you." Hermione took out her small bag with the traceless retraction spell, took out Thorne's Slytherin wizard robe and handed it to him.
"No need to wash it, it was my responsibility yesterday, it's my duty." Thorne took the robe and put it on and finally said the first human words of the day.
"It's my duty, it's my duty, you want to find a book about emotions, I know a few, follow me." Hermione still couldn't hide the smile on her face, and pulled Thorne's sleeve and walked towards the depths of the library.
".........Did you hear what Thorne said just now?" Behind a bookshelf, Harry looked at Ron beside him with horror.
".........Hermione actually washed Thorne's clothes? As expected of the Black family, they have house elves and a vast sea of housework magic, but they have to let living people help wash......Do they think it's a good feeling to be a superior person?" Ron said with deep approval.
"Uh... Didn't you hear the second half?" Harry looked at Ron strangely.
"What second half?"
"Thorne said it was his responsibility? Under what circumstances would Thorne's clothes end up in Hermione's hands?" Harry analyzed with a serious expression, almost wearing a top hat and holding a pipe.
"What?"
"One conclusion, Hermione's clothes were soiled or damaged by Thorne, so Hermione could only go back wearing Thorne's clothes, then under what circumstances would Thorne damage or soil Hermione's clothes?"
"Wizard duel? Otherwise, it makes no sense for Hermione not to use the repair spell directly. The clothes were damaged by magic." Ron replied.
"Wizard duel?"
"Wizard duel!"
"It's possible. Maybe it's not Hermione's clothes that are damaged, but Thorne's clothes are dirty, so..."
"Hearing you say that, it sounds a bit like motherly love. Are we overthinking it?"
"Motherly love..."
"Oh, sorry."
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Thorne on the other side did not hear Harry and Ron's brainstorming, and returned to the dormitory with a few books recommended by Hermione, while Hermione rarely met Harry and Ron in the library.
"Well...Hermione, did you duel with wizard Thorne last night?" Harry asked.
"Wizard duel..." Hermione recalled the scene yesterday. She gave Thorne a flash of light and a binding spell, and Thorne gave her a shadowless sword. Strictly speaking...
"Well, what happened?" Hermione asked.
"Really, all right Harry, one week's homework!"
"OK...K..."
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Thorne, who returned to the dormitory, had not had time to take off his wizard robes when he was grabbed by Draco who suddenly appeared from nowhere.
"...What?" Thorne asked.
"I'm going to practice. The Quidditch competition this semester is about to start. Our Slytherin team will practice hard. You accompany me." Draco said.
"No, I want to read a book."
"What are you reading in such a dark dormitory?"
"Lumospheric flashes." ”
“Fluorescent light hurts your eyes. Go to the Quidditch field and read books in natural light.”
“No.”
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Quidditch field stands.
Thorne stretched in his seat, looked at the Quidditch team training in the sky, and then lowered his head to read the book in his arms.
Dongdongdong..
Squeak!
“What’s that sound?” Thorne raised his head and looked at the stairs where the sound came from.
“.......”
“.......”
Eye to eye, Thorne looked at the tiptoeing Gryffindor trio with some confusion. He could understand Harry and Ron. Gryffindors were young and liked to play with abstract things when they had nothing to do.
But Hermione...
“Why are you here?”
“Uh... We think the sun is good today, so we came to read.”
“... Forget it, leave before they look down and see you. Next time you come out to be a spy... Don’t do it next time.”